Golden Treasures of Poetry, Romance, and ArtWilliam Fearing Gill W.F. Gill, 1876 - 348 páginas |
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... not far from the banks of the Thames . As I drew near the place the darkness was gathering , and the broad surface of the river was hidden from me in a chill , white mist . I stood for a while with my eyes. 38 THE CLERGYMAN'S CONFESSION .
... not far from the banks of the Thames . As I drew near the place the darkness was gathering , and the broad surface of the river was hidden from me in a chill , white mist . I stood for a while with my eyes. 38 THE CLERGYMAN'S CONFESSION .
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William Fearing Gill. mist . I stood for a while with my eyes fixed on the vaporous shroud that brooded over the flowing water , I stood and asked myself , in despair , the one dreary question : " What am I to say to her ? " The mist ...
William Fearing Gill. mist . I stood for a while with my eyes fixed on the vaporous shroud that brooded over the flowing water , I stood and asked myself , in despair , the one dreary question : " What am I to say to her ? " The mist ...
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... stood sorely in need of a guide , a teacher and a friend in whom he was disposed to confide . If I dis- appointed the hopes which he had centred in me he would be discouraged , and he would relapse into the aimless and indo- lent ...
... stood sorely in need of a guide , a teacher and a friend in whom he was disposed to confide . If I dis- appointed the hopes which he had centred in me he would be discouraged , and he would relapse into the aimless and indo- lent ...
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... stood in dread . For example , his ordinary course of proceeding in the mat- ter of his correspondence was , to say the least of it , strange . He received no letters at my house . They waited for him at the village post - office . He ...
... stood in dread . For example , his ordinary course of proceeding in the mat- ter of his correspondence was , to say the least of it , strange . He received no letters at my house . They waited for him at the village post - office . He ...
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... stood on the threshold , with a small travelling - bag in his hand . " I beg your pardon , " he said , still standing at the door . " I must ask for leave of absence for a day or two . Business in London . " " Can I be of any use ? " I ...
... stood on the threshold , with a small travelling - bag in his hand . " I beg your pardon , " he said , still standing at the door . " I must ask for leave of absence for a day or two . Business in London . " " Can I be of any use ? " I ...
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